"Brother Xie, Brother Xie..." Baili laughed in her ears, making her come back to her senses from her boundless thoughts.
Just now, Zhao Ling had been frowning and immersed in her own thoughts. Although her face was calm, her heart was already full of emotions. However, she was used to her emotions being invisible, so Baili Xiao didn't see anything unusual.
The two people at the adjacent table had already left at some point, and Baili Xiao also urged her to hurry up. They were still dozens of miles away from the Nether Valley. In December, it was freezing cold in the north. Before it got dark, they must rush to the territory of Beidi to find an inn.
Along the way, Zhao Ling's mind was full of Meng Yuan's shadow, so much that she didn't listen to what Baili Xiao said to her, until she heard Baili Xiao say the words "white-haired devil", She was slightly startled and asked, "What did you just say, who is the white-haired devil?"
